Another’s Reflection
Not long ago, did the cosmos seam to shake
And disclose to me my own perspective.
I looked into a mirror
And saw my face,
My eyes, my hair, my skin.
Then, in nothing short of a miracle,
I saw another.
No longer was it my face,
My eyes, my hair, my skin.
The following month saw me enveloped in joy,
For I had seen through the eyes of another.
But slowly the world grew larger,
And in the same knowledge,
I found darkness.
In a world with millions mirrors reflecting billions of faces,
I came to terms with my irrelevance.
And in this very futile feeling of irrelevance,
I found sanctuary.
For the centuries of faces that came before me
Had suffered and felt unimaginable pain.
Even my faults, my weaknesses, my pains
Were as insignificant of that that I had come to see in my reflection.
But as I stated, this epiphany led me to sanctuary,
For the seemingly monumental pains and weakness holding me back
Became insignificant when viewing my life from another’s reflection.
I no longer saw reason to feel the petty pains of the billions that came before me.
Though life’s purpose evades us all,
I can’t help feeling as if it has something to do with seeing another’s reflection.